"
Barry stopped at the boathouse landing. There, tied to the dock, floated
the Canadian canoe, laden with tent and camp outfit, and with extra
baskets provided from the manse.
"Oh, Barry, how wonderful! How perfectly wonderful!" cried Paula in an
ecstasy of delight.
In that farewell there were tears and smiles, but more smiles than
tears. The last to touch their hands was Paula. She managed to draw them
apart from the others, with her eyes glistening with unaccustomed tears.
"You deserve each other. Phyllis," she whispered, alternately shaking
and kissing her, "there was a day when I would have fought you for him,
until Neil came. Barry, you dear boy, you may kiss me goodbye, and oh,
may you both live forever."
"Goodbye, dear Paula," cried Phyllis. "You have been so lovely to me
from the very first. I shall never, never forget you."
"Goodbye, Paula," said Barry, "dearest of all dear friends."
She stooped to steady the canoe, while Phyllis stepped to her place in
the bow.
"Goodbye to all of you.
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